The truth is, Cute hadnât eaten all day, and seeing her look so pitiful made him feel awful. So, he swallowed Elevenâs scolding without saying anything.
Upon taking a closer look, he realized Cuteâs refusal to eat might not be due to a tantrum, but perhaps she was sick and had lost her appetite.
The fever patch was lying on a table nearby. It must be that Gu Liancheng had tried to apply it earlier, but she threw a tantrum and wouldnât let him touch her.
"Donât just stand there, bring me that," Eleven said, noticing the look on Gu Lianchengâs face. She knew he didnât do it on purpose. He also cared for Cute, so she didnât say anything else about him.
"There, there, donât move. Mummy will apply it for you, I wonât touch you," Gu Liancheng was standing by the side, assisting.
Listening to this, Gu Mengmeng became noticeably more obedient, sensing that the hand applying the patch was Elevenâs, she a bit calmer, sobbing softly.
After the fever patch was applied, Cute still snuggled up with Eleven, whimpering "I donât want Daddy... Daddy is bad..."
"Come here." Eleven motioned to Gu Liancheng.
He didnât understand what she was about to do, but he leaned over anyway.
Eleven took hold of Cuteâs little hand and gave Gu Lianchengâs face a soft smack, "If Daddy is bad, we hit him. But Cute, promise youâll eat properly later, okay? You canât let your tummy starve. After youâve eaten, thereâs pudding too."
Even if Cute slapped him with all her might, it wouldnât hurt an adult. It was more like a tickle.
It was only symbolic. After all, who would dare slap Gu Lianchengâs face normally?
Gu Mengmeng hid in Elevenâs arms, her big eyes blinking, looking at Gu Liancheng.
He sighed, saying, "Okay, Gu Mengmeng, you win. I apologize. Itâs my fault, okay?"
Before Cute could say anything, Eleven said, "Mr. Gu, it might be acceptable to behave this way towards your company colleagues, but Cute is your own daughter. Canât you treat her better? Thereâs nothing wrong with smiling. If you keep making that stern face, your facial muscles might atrophy and youâll be stuck like that."
Sister-in-law Lian brought a small bowl saying, "Little miss, this is millet porridge. If youâre sick, you can only have porridge."
"I donât want porridge..." Cute twisted her head away as soon as she saw the food and hid in Elevenâs arms.
"You... " Gu Liancheng frowned, this habit!
Just like Eleven!
That girl also doesnât like eating porridge. Every time Aunt Fang made it for breakfast, she wrinkled her eyebrows as if she was suffering.
Even though she doesnât like it herself, she knows how to coax others, "if youâre a good girl, Cute. Once you recover you can eat other stuff. I specifically asked your Daddy for the pudding. You can eat it after drinking the porridge."
Gu Liancheng couldnât argue and sighed, "Fine, Iâll compromise. You be a good girl and finish your porridge. When youâre better, I promise Eleven will stay with you."
Seeing hope, Gu Mengmengâs eyes lit up, "Can we go to Elevenâs place..."
"Gu Mengmeng, you canât take a yard when given an inch," Gu Liancheng narrowed his eyes.
Trying to escape his radar? Not a chance!
She had just left his side, and already preferred Elevenâs company. If he allowed her to stay longer, how would things turn out?
Even though he didnât want to admit it, he felt like his daughter was being taken away, it was an uncomfortable feeling.
Cute is his, nobody can take her away!
Upon hearing this, Eleven realized this was as far as he would compromise. She hinted at Cute, "Letâs leave it at that. For the next few days, Iâll stay here with you. Is that okay?"